We stepped out of the building and found a low brick wall that we could sit on with no one around.
“Well?” I asked.
“I’ve brought a little present that I was thinking we could give to Y and Z. I baked them a batch of delicious heart-shaped cookies.” Read the rest of the story ->
Tuesday’s rehearsal passed like the previous Thursday’s, with no particularly special attention from Walter. I was getting desperate and felt like I had to do something. Read the rest of the story »
The modern Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is awash with mainstreaming. Becoming a god of your own planet (or universe), Heavenly Mother, even the name “Mormonism” — anything that might make Mormons look weird to Evangelical Christians — gets ignored out of existence. I’ll admit that a lot…
I remember the first time I felt one of my prayers was answered. How old was I? After baptism, but still a pre-teen. I had just learned to really love reading novels, and I picked one up from my parents’ library. It was a Tony Hillerman book, a murder mystery….
I love this! It cracks me up!
Awww, heart shaped cookies… I remember doing stupid stuff like this in BYU country. My friend Kim and I made cute jack-o-lanterns one year for a few guys that we liked and left them on their doorsteps with candy.
We used to also dress in blond wigs and she would spank me in the parking lot at Smith’s… but that’s another story.
Those were the days. LOL
Thanks Sacred Sister!!!
Sound like you and your friend had fun — especially that last bit… 😉